White Town - The Function Of The Orgasm lyrics

It's half past eight, and I'm waiting In a beautiful place Anticipating everything we'll do And all we'll say. Till your father sees you again Now I don't know just what you're doing Is it me or him That you're screwing? But I don't care and you don't care When you're here Now the storm is here I see you running Your face full of tears. So red and burning And I can't work out How you spend Another day with him Just say the word You know I'll do it I'm waiting for you Just let me do it And we can run away to another place. Less full of fear.